I love coal....


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Nothing has the ability to make me dork out like 80s music.  Except!  80s CHRISTMAS MUSIC!

Thanks, LaunchCast for playing "Last Christmas" at two in the freakin' morning.  My head is bobbing and I have an incredible urge to get up and do the whitest white girl dance in the history of dorkdom.

Like I can sleep after the excitement of hearing the ( Read more... )

I think my beloved lifeline, my connection to the outside world, my cell phone--is. Missing. Miss. Ing ( Read more... )

This is a holiday treat.  (And to quote Brett) A feast for the eyes and ears.  It makes me want to buy a house so that I can make my tech-savvy friends do this each holiday season.

...or at the very least, it makes me want to dust off my Trans-Siberan Orchestra CD.  'Tis the season.

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What I hate:

• feeling blah, feeling listless, feeling hopeless
• non-closure  (damn f-ing stupid place that I interviewed with--CALL ME EITHER WAY.  I HATE call-hell)
• sore throaty-ness

What I love:

• phone calls from the Brett.  Especially when he (or his situation at least) makes me laugh.  (PS: His car imploded.  For real.  This?  Is fuckin' ( Read more... )

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Is it wrong that it's only 8 at night and I'm so ready for bed? Like, in the jammies, book in hand ready for bed. It's EIGHT O'CLOCK. Have I suddenly morphed into a seventy-eight-year-old? Apparently.

Along those lines, I don't think I'd be so sleepy if there was something of interest on the telly. But there isn't. There is NOTHING on ( Read more... )

Missing: My voice due to a cold and lack of sleep. If anyone can help in the capture of this loud, but charming thing, please contact me via IM because lord knows I can't squeak two words out on the phone ( Read more... )

...a conversation ( Read more... )

Your Pimp Name Is...
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